by Shirley Bahlmann
When I was driving with Brian in the car, we drove through a patch of spent fireworks. Brian looked around, then in an indignant voice said, "Mother! You just drove through a fireworks graveyard!"
I wonder if I'll be haunted by sparklers from now on...
Not your ordinary teenage mind
I'm tall, you're not. Get over it.
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